Not My Favorite Season

I’m not going to be too popular with a number of my friends and relatives with this post….those who happily anticipate the arrival of November 1 and the return to hunting season. Not my favourite season at all. I grew up with a dad and brothers who hunted every year and brought home deer, moose and elk for the freezer. I even enjoy the taste of wild meat on the supper plate. Admittedly, that makes me a classic hypocrite….I confess.

I do regret though, that such beautiful and majestic animals must be brought down in the prime of their lives to satisfy the hunter. These beings have become my photographic passion….I absolutely come alive when a deer, elk, moose, bear, bird or coyote comes to me through my viewfinder.

Subsequently, I joyfully took on the task this week of posting “No Hunting” signs along our property fence lines. I know – I know….this is not going to stop the sport but at least I feel like I am doing my part to perhaps save the life or lives of some of my favorite photographic subjects.

Isn’t it so much nicer to see a healthy, handsome and alive animal?

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I agree!
The one and only time my husband joined his dad duck and rabbit hunting, he came home to find one very distressed young daughter who couldn’t believe her dad shot at a ‘bunny’!
He never hunted again… though he has no compulsion at all about dispatching the mice, even though the grandsons refer to them as ‘Mickey’.